HURRY UP 
(Sébastien Pelle - Alban Bouquette)
nouveau titre de Sébastien Pellé 
enregistré au Studio d'Azy par Alban Bouquette

Hurry up for what is next 
Gimme a start I’ll do the rest
We used to starve for excellency
I might be short on this currency

Hurry up for what is left
This life we’ve dreamt is out of depth 
The sky you see’s almost empty
You go public out of privacy

Out of the screen the world is slow 
The desert starts with the ego
I feel like I’m a lonely tree
I lose my leaves out of chivalry

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go

There’s no meaning to live this slow
There’s no meaning to live among ourselves 
We all bargain the best we know
We’re all living the same and it’s a lonely train

These times of ours ain’t the times of mine 
Guests are missing there’s no more wine 
I wonder who's the one to blame
From where I sit they all look the same

There’s no way to be young anymore 
On this picture you see no shore
I’m standing in the morning set
The picture goes with the last bet

Do you want sex love understanding
Too many characters and there is no meaning 
Hurry up our time is dying
I stand alone and your back is shining

On the sea

My stream alone my stream my stream alone I’m outta feet waiting for the tide
My dream alone my dream alone my dream alone my dream alone I’m outraged by the fading of light

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go
There is just nowhere else to go

Hurry up

HURRY UP

HURRY UP
(Sébastien Pelle - Alban Bouquette)
nouveau titre de Sébastien Pellé
enregistré au Studio d'Azy par Alban Bouquette

Hurry up for what is next
Gimme a start I’ll do the rest
We used to starve for excellency
I might be short on this currency

Hurry up for what is left
This life we’ve dreamt is out of depth
The sky you see’s almost empty
You go public out of privacy

Out of the screen the world is slow
The desert starts with the ego
I feel like I’m a lonely tree
I lose my leaves out of chivalry

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go

There’s no meaning to live this slow
There’s no meaning to live among ourselves
We all bargain the best we know
We’re all living the same and it’s a lonely train

These times of ours ain’t the times of mine
Guests are missing there’s no more wine
I wonder who's the one to blame
From where I sit they all look the same

There’s no way to be young anymore
On this picture you see no shore
I’m standing in the morning set
The picture goes with the last bet

Do you want sex love understanding
Too many characters and there is no meaning
Hurry up our time is dying
I stand alone and your back is shining

On the sea

My stream alone my stream my stream alone I’m outta feet waiting for the tide
My dream alone my dream alone my dream alone my dream alone I’m outraged by the fading of light

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go
There is just nowhere else to go

Hurry Up

black hair

Une ronde latin-electro-pop en canon pour guitares. 
composée, interprétée, enregistrée au Studio d’Azy
par Alban jacques Bouquette
A Latin electro-pop round in canon for guitars.

Gypsy round

Chanson épicière retrouvée bio  dans la  réserve et servie au poids par Alban Bouquette aux instruments. Enregistrement Studio d'Azy.

Hurry Up

Sébastien Pellé

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